Sorrows ran through my heart
In rivers of blood, ache and wine !

Most of life I've been inclined
To patterns and souls I could intertwine . .

At your burn, and your body returned
You find yourself in a compelling Hell

Child breath, the whomp would scream
Children dead by the hands they were fed !

Demons birthed, angels hid
Till a day where fate lacks thread  

The spinning of time is a passing parade
Prepare yourselves for the holy grail